First Vision—Minerva Teichert

I lacked the wisdom that I thirsted for.

With scripture burned into my breast, I prayed

To God. I laid in lilies to implore

Of Him who gives to men and not upbraids.

The golden morn was tarnished by the woe

That seized my hope. But light pervades the night,

And in a pillar overhead, a glow

Above the brightness of the sun. In white

Two figures stood in front of me, and One

Did place His hand upon the other’s frame

And uttered, “This is My Beloved Son,”

Inviting me and calling me by name.

Upon both palms laid graven all my sin.

Christ died for me so I can live again.


See this poem published on the Brigham Young University Museum of Art’s blog page.